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30 September 2010

Today is the release of Unforseen Reunion by Clarissa Yip

To day sees the release of Clarissa Yips novel ' Unseen Reunion.' I'm delighted to welcome Clarissa to my blog today, to answer a few 'up close and personal' questions, and tell us a little more about her book.

HL:  Thanks so mcuh  for guesting on my Blog today, Clarissa, and congratulations on your new release.  OK, to start with, this is something I love to know about other authors: What comes first: the plot or the characters?
CY: I’m going to have to say characters. My stories are all character-driven. I never really know what’s going to happen until I can get a feel for my characters.

HL: I have to agree there,  Clarissa. I know for some authors the story comes first, but I'm like you and need to know my characters first. What have you learned about writing since you were published that surprised you the most?
 CY: This is a good question. I’m going to say that the hard work actually begins after you write ‘the end’. 

HL: Again I have to agree with that one! What’s you’re writing process? Has it changed since writing your first book?
CY: My writing process? Just sit down and write. I actually first started out filling over 50 character/plot sheets, but I realized that I’m more of a pantser than plotter. I’d rather write a rough draft so I can actually finish than sit around and ponder what is going to happen next.

HL: Absolutely!  Do you listen to music when you write and if so, what kind of music – or do you find it  distracts you?
CY: I need noise. I’m a big fan of Josh Groban and Sarah Brightman when I need some inspiration, but my music taste runs in all different directions. Sometimes, you’ll find me listening to Carrie Underwood or even Coldplay.

HL: And finally, would you like to tell us - what is your personal definition of success?
CY: Success is different for everyone. I’m one of those people who are never happy with anything until I reach the top, and my writing career had only began.

Thank you so much, Clarissa, it's been a real pleasure having you as my guest, and I wish you much success with 'Unforseen Reunion.'

Now lets read the Blurb and an enticing excerpt from the book: 
Home for a high school reunion, Fashion Editor-in-Chief, Cara Stanford has ulterior motives: make childhood crush and womanizing playboy, Brant Thomas, pay for the hell she endure ten years ago.

Except he doesn't remember her. Though publically embarrassed by Cara at the reunion, Brant is intrigued by the beauty, who rejects his every pick-up line and charm. Never allowing a woman through his carefully erected barriers, she stirs up his past with her return, along with an undeniable passion. He sets out to seduce her until a series of accidental mishaps forces him to question Cara’s intentions.

Taken aback by her enemy’s suave attention, will Cara continue with her planned revenge or risk reopening her heart to Brant?

Unforseen Reunion
Clarissa Yip



“I remember you.” He gave her a thoughtful look as if contemplating her words.

She grunted. After all she’d been through, he’d better remember. 

“Did we date back then?” he asked.

Her eyes narrowed, and she shook her head. He'd barely noticed her when she wasn't doing his homework or chasing after him at the football games—dating her hadn’t even been on his radar. The nerve! “You're unbelievable.”

“Thank you. Was it sophomore year?”

Her fingers clenched around the stem of the wine glass, quelling the temptation to douse him with her drink. He really didn't remember her. The horrible memories of how he’d used her for his schoolwork, laughing at her with Sheila, and acting like she didn’t exist erupted in her mind, reminding her of what a lovesick fool she’d been. Anxiety and rage boiled in her chest. She couldn't do this. She had to get away. Hopping off the chair, she stood straight. “Nice talking to you.”

Brant's hand shot out and latched onto her elbow. “Wait. What's your name?”

Cara saw red. Picking up the white wine, she did the unimaginable. Brant sat, open-mouthed, blinking his eyes as the chardonnay ran down his face and seeped into his black, tuxedo jacket and white shirt.

“Maybe that'll jog your memory.” 


An avid reader and writer, Clarissa spends most of time with her head stuck up in the clouds and lurking behind her romance novels when she's not writing up a storm.  Currently residing in Hawaii, Clarissa enjoys traveling all over the United States, so you'll never know where you'll find her.  She also loves video games, scrapbooking, trying new foods, and of course, shopping.  What woman wouldn't? Well, not exactly clothes shopping, but she does love tech toys.  If there's a new gadget, then she'd most likely have it (even though she is not tech-savvy and is known for breaking things.) 

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